Turning and turning, I take quick looks around
I can see that this world once was lost now is found
The music inside me fills up in my head
I sing to the lyrics that kept me from dead
The lyrics are words that speak volumes in a tune
Now maybe, just maybe, I'll be swimming in June
I no more need a razor in the dark of the night
To whisper that everything will be alright
The bloodlust has settled, the cravings are gone
I find myself smiling after each tired yawn
The smiles are payments depression has paid
To make up for the hurt for which I got no aide
Depression is evil, depression is tough
It's job is to go 'round making sure your life's rough
Pretty silly, I think, that it's job is to hurt
When some people already treat us like dirt
In the end, what's it matter? You've still got your pride
I wish that depression would get up and hide
But hiding is something depression does best
We can't reach out for help, we don't do what is best
For us since the depression has swallowed our mind
But when it is gone I will promise you'll find
A much happier person that comes out so strong
That depression is cornered; it knows it's done wrong
Depression is evil, depression is tough
It's job is to go 'round making sure your life's rough